A/N: This is a mess. It was always going to be. I watched the finale, went outside and cried for 20 minutes, then came back in and wrote this in a fevered rush. And now I'm posting it. Raw.

My profile says, "I let the words burn the page, so they no longer burn my heart".

At no point in my life has that been less true. It's still burning. But that's Glee, huh?

Particulars: This is definitely spoilery, so don't read if you haven't watched 'Goodbye'. And it's angsty, and full of... well... I'll just let you read it.

At least we Gleeks are always there for each other.

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Letters to Nowhere

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theGryfter

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My Dearest Finn…

This place is magic.

Pure magic.

There's a little island in the centre of Times Square, its where the police station is, and I just stood there for an hour today, with the world's traffic screeching by, and just got lost in it. Totally lost. The lights, the sounds, even the smells – which were kind of funky – but it's all so New York.

A homeless man came and stood next to me. He didn't ask for anything, didn't bother me at all. I think he could tell I was lonely, and he just stood with me, watching the tourists trying to fight their way into Toys R Us. After fifteen minutes he pointed up at a billboard that was flashing messages across the square, it said: "Welcome to New York. Don't chase your dreams. They're already here." Then he smiled – he was missing three teeth – and just walked away.

I love this place.

And I hate you for sending me here.

No, that's not true. I don't hate you. I could never hate you. But I want you here with me. As nice as the homeless man was – I call him Toothless Joe (I hope I see him again) – he's not you.

No one can ever be you.

I miss you.

I love you.

I'm forever yours…

Rachel.

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